“I know,” she answered breathlessly, knowing what he meant. It had never been like this for her, and she somehow knew it never would be with anyone else. Her connection to Julian was elemental, spontaneous.
It was like she’d just been waiting for him all of her adult years, and now that they were finally together, the result was almost surreal.
She moaned as he ground his hips with every thrust, making her impending climax grow more intense.
“I’m going to come,” she warned him, finally closing her eyes because the oncoming climax was so intense.
“Then come for me, baby,” he said with an answering groan.
His pace quickened, and she could feel their perspiring bodies start to slide against each other every time Julian moved. “Yes. You feel so good.”
She squeezed his fingers, their hands still entwined, and his hot, heavy breath leaving hot bursts of air on her face and the side of her neck as it became uneven and urgent.
Her climax finally ripped into her, and she arched her back, tightened her legs around Julian, and held on for the ride.
“You look so damn beautiful when you come,” Julian told her raggedly. “It’s probably the most incredible thing I’ve seen in my entire life.”
Her channel clamped down on his cock, and Kristin rode the waves of intense pleasure as she milked Julian, his groan of utter ecstasy making her orgasm much more satisfying by knowing he was experiencing much the same thing she was right now.
As she spiraled down slowly, Julian’s mouth covered hers as though he wanted to capture her moans of complete release and keep them for himself.
While she caught her breath, she managed to say, “I feel so much better.”
Julian chuckled as he rolled off her and sat on the floor right beside her head, keeping the hand nearest her joined intimately with hers.
She was so limp, it was hard to lift her other hand, but she did, stroking his jaw, which was covered with sexy stubble.
He lifted their entwined fingers and kissed the back of her hand in a gesture so tender it nearly made Kristin want to weep.
“You okay?” Julian asked, sounding concerned.
“Never better,” she said reassuringly.
“Good.” He stood and scooped her up. “Bedtime with ice pack.” He leaned down so she could grab it.
She picked it up obligingly, marveling, not for the first time, about how strong Julian was. She was no lightweight, but he handled her body with ease.
“You can put me down,” she urged.
“Nope. I’m making sure you get into bed.”
“I can walk there,” she told him with a laugh.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not letting you go.”
Kristin gave up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Stubborn man! If only he wasn’t making promises he could never, ever keep.
CHAPTER 21
Julian had no desire to leave Amesport. As a matter of fact, he wished he could get out of going to California to attend a large promotion for his upcoming film. He was making progress on his screenplay, and just the thought of leaving Kristin alone made him balk.
Nevertheless, he was going. It was a commitment he’d already made, and he needed to be there. It was only a few days, but he knew it would feel like forever.
I’m addicted to her. How fucking pathetic is that?
No more had the thought crossed his mind than the object of his obsession walked through the door of Shamrock’s, obviously looking for him. He rose up from the booth and raised an arm, his chest starting to ache as he saw her smile and wave at him from across the crowded bar.
He’d had no problem spotting her the moment she’d walked into the place. Julian swore he’d know she was there even if he couldn’t spot her gorgeous red curls or see her infectious smile. He sensed her like he was a fucking radar scanning for trouble.
And Kristin was the ultimate threat to his sanity.
“Hi,” she said breathlessly as she slid into the seat across from him. “Sorry I’m late. Work was crazy.”
“I ordered for both of us,” he answered, already knowing she’d like the special today: New England clam chowder, and a crispy fish sandwich with onion rings.
“I love the clam chowder the cooks are making now,” she answered, still smiling.
“I know. I already ordered it for you,” he answered, shooting her a smug grin. There was very little he didn’t notice about Kristin. The way she felt about her favorite foods was just one of the little things he liked about her. She either liked something or she didn’t. She wasn’t an I-could-take-it-or-leave-it kind of woman. No looking at the menu fifty times to decide what she wanted. Usually, she knew what she’d have before she even got to a restaurant.
“Are you excited about the big prerelease party?” she asked as she shrugged off her jacket.
“Not really,” he answered honestly. “I’d rather be home. I’d like it a whole lot better if you were coming with me.”
“Planning on kidnapping me?” she teased.
“I never thought about that,” he said contemplatively. It was actually not a bad idea.
“Don’t,” Kristin warned him with a frown. “I have a job that I like. I don’t want to lose it.”